It’s my destiny,
The miracle of death
Rests in me
Capital strings
Split my carbon atoms
From their nascent
Bliss
No wonder I feel
Insignificant—
Bleating the same damn
Cry for a victim-voice
With doey
(I’s)
Peace bitches,
I won’t be a lamb
Shuttled by dogs, gleaned
For wool—worth
Defined by a society
Who hates
Me
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